Claire is a sleep fighter. She cries like mad when she's really tired. It can be difficult at times but most of the time I win the battle and manage to quiet her down by holding and rocking her to sleep. Today though, she didn't want to fall asleep and quite frankly, I am so tired that I caved and nursed her (although I knew it wasn't time for her to eat). But, when you're sleep deprived, sometimes you do things you know you shouldn't. So I nursed her. In her cute, adorable, sweet, precious, soft, cuddly outfit. And as soon as she was done nursing she spit up. All over me. All over her cute, adorable, sweet, precious, soft, cuddly outfit. I knew better but did it anyway. So now I smell like spitup and so does Claire. And we both need a change of clothes. Oh well, at least she's not crying anymore. She's not asleep yet though . . .
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